At one point in fifth grade, I was walking back to class from the bathroom. Before I continue, I should specify two things. 1. My classroom was practically right around the corner from the bathroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the previous year. Now, for an unknown reason, I was flailing my arms around in a wild half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like glee, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally smacked someone in the face. It took me a second to realize who it was: my crush. I was horrified, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top socially inept moments.